"Dude, do you believe hair and programmers can coexist?"
The beer-bellied guy was stunned for a moment and didn't answer. At this time, someone answered Liang De's question for him.
"Hair and programmers coexist? It's just a dream!"
Liang De took a look and saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties wearing a black top and dark blue jeans walking into the smoking area with a cigarette case.
His hair was dark and thick, but his tone was dismissive of Liang De's coexistence hypothesis.
The beer-bellied brother gave a young and greasy smile: "Qiao Gong."
Qiao Gong nodded to him and said to Liang De: "Brother, in the hair growth industry, you need to know more about the history of computer development.
History has already explained everything.”
Liang De was confused: "What?"
Qiao Gong lit his cigarette, and the smoke blurred his face: "Xiao Lei, did you take a brief history of computers when you were in school?"
The beer-bellied brother Xiao Lei’s voice was very confident: “Ninety-seven points.”
"That's enough." Qiao Gong nodded and asked again:
"Do you understand the Norwood-Hamilton classification of hair loss?"
The beer-bellied brother Xiao Lei’s voice became more confident: “I know it well.”
Qiao Gong gave him an approving smile: "As expected of a professional architect with a bachelor's degree..." He looked at the beer-bellied brother, and his deep voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful.
"What level is Linus Torvalds, the father of Linux?"
Xiaolei said without hesitation: "Second degree hair loss, the hairline is obviously receding, I use slanted bangs to cover it up but it's not obvious."
"Dennis Ritchie, the father of the C language."
"Grade IIa alopecia, the hairline moves back to the line connecting the external auditory canal, and the forehead protrudes, which is dangerous."
"Von Neumann, the father of modern computers."
"Grade 4 alopecia. The forehead is obviously bald, and the top of the head is sparse but not completely lost. The remaining thin hair is even more desolate. It is worse than nothing."
"The father of C, Bjarne Strawstrup, the father of B language and Unix, Ken Thompson, and the father of Java, James Gosling."
"Grade six horseshoe alopecia, the Mediterranean coastline shrinks backward from a 'C' shape, the forehead area basically falls off, and the hair loss on the top of the head expands backward more obviously.
James Gosling has a big beard, so it looks like he has more beard than hair, and it takes over the spotlight, which is embarrassing.”
"Alan Cooper, the father of Visual Basic."
"In the ultimate state, there is nothing."
Qiao Gong flicked the ashtray into the ashtray on the top of the stainless steel trash can and recalled the past in a deep voice:
"In the past two centuries, among the legendary programmers who have gone down in history, only Guido van Rossum, the father of python, can be called a bushy-haired programmer. So I learned python when I started, not just because it is the world's most popular programmer.
The most beautiful language in the world..."
Xiao Lei touched his beer belly with one hand and the smooth top of his head in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea with the other hand. He looked at the unusually thick black hair on Qiao Gong's head and murmured to himself:
"Is it really Java that harmed me..."
Qiao Gong extinguished his cigarette butt in the white sand on top of the special trash can with no expression on his face. He slowly raised his hands and took off the thick black wig, revealing the Mediterranean Sea, which was several times wider than Xiao Lei's, and the white and sparse back pillow.
Remaining hair.
"But what's the use...it's always fate, you can't control it at all.
When a man climbs to the top, no matter what is left behind, he can only give up.
In thirty years, I have written dozens of times more code than I have lost hair.
They should be able to rest in peace."
"Qiao Gong..." The beer-bellied brother Xiao Lei's eyes were inexplicably moist. In his eyes, Qiao Gong was possessed by the souls of countless legendary programmers at this moment, and the light of wisdom seemed to be reflected on the top of his head... No, it's not like that
, it’s really reflecting light.
"Isn't that what women are like?"
Next to her, a female front-end engineer smoking Jinling Twelve Hairpins put out her cigarette.
"I haven't lifted my bangs for almost three years. When I lift my bangs, I feel like I'm a member of the Eight Banners.
The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the worry seems to be long. If the hair is really three thousand feet long, then there is nothing to worry about.
All my overtime wages were spent on hair care and hair care. It wasn’t until I discovered that the world’s richest man was bald that I realized that, except for hair transplants, spending money on hair growth was all in vain.
No matter how many classes you take, no matter how much money you make, some things will just be gone if they are gone.
The VR engineer who died suddenly last week was my colleague. She originally made an appointment for a hair transplant this week, but then she disappeared."
The technical director of Yellow Crane Tower who smoked a tin box put out his cigarette. His eyes were old and steady, his life experience and beer belly were several times that of Xiao Lei. He was not wearing a wig or a hat. He was an upright person with seborrheic alopecia.
middle aged.
"My daughter started to hate me. She said that there are so many people who work harder than you but still insist on working out. She said that I lost my hair because of my unhealthy lifestyle, smoking, drinking and not working hard.
Don’t I know that my lifestyle is unhealthy? Don’t I know that I need exercise the most?
The project assistant who died suddenly last week was a junior student of mine at university. He was only 28. He had been on the school football team and was covered in tendons. No matter how late he got off work, he would go to the gym to exercise for half an hour before leaving.
When he went to the rooftop gym at 2:30 that day, he was sitting on the chest press machine. It took several hours before he was discovered by the night shift security guard.
I'm fourteen years older than him, aren't I scared?
There are still fifteen years left on the mortgage, my wife wants to have a second child, and my child’s grades are not good. He is in high school, and tuition fees are getting higher year by year.
I am more afraid of getting sick than anyone else, but I still have to drink wine and smoke cigarettes. I am also made of flesh and blood, not made of iron, so I will also feel uncomfortable.
I can't be more disciplined and self-controlled. My hair has fallen out. Is it my fault?
No one cares about this, people with hair don’t care what we think in our hearts, programmers have more hair loss jokes than I do.
Hospitals, clinics, health care products companies, shampoo companies, big and small, all want to collect our IQ tax...all the dirty stuff is here."
The technical director walked up to Liang De and patted him on the back, saying: "Brother, change your profession while you are young. Don't fool people with hair growth secrets. Anti-hair loss technology is fooling people. In our industry, the income is higher, but it is not.
Brought by strong wind.
Since you haven't slept at this point, you should also understand that it's not easy for anyone.
Let’s switch to a business that’s not a loss to our heart.”
Liang De put out the menthol cigarette in his hand.
He used the method of concentrating his breath and storing his Qi to turn the amber inner Qi with his natural divine power into a colorless and formless object and spread it out, quietly seeping into Qiao Gong, Xiao Lei, the female front end and the old man with seborrheic alopecia next to him.
in vivo.
The physique of an ordinary Blue Star human being...is easy to handle.
In an instant, Liang De had used cell proliferation method to reconstruct the hair follicle tissue according to the specific conditions of the four people, and adjusted the hair growth rate.
The normal hair growth rate is 0.2 mm to 0.4 mm per day. Liang De directly increased it ten times. Only when the new hair grows to 10 cm, the hair growth rate will return to normal.
Liang De pretended to take out a blue bracelet made from Huanhai Xuanqi from his pocket and put it on his hand in front of the four people. He also took out a blue hair clipper and looked at everyone in surprise.
Zhong shaved his hair cleanly and threw the hair and cigarette butts into the trash can.
“I don’t want to fool people, our company’s products are real and effective.
Brother, you said that the coexistence of programmers and hair is just a dream... But if it is something you really care about, I will believe it even if it is a dream."
Liang De took out four bracelets and asked Li Zhixian to write four pieces of paper with contact information and gave them to them along with the bracelets.
"A bracelet can be used for three days. Wear it for one night and try it. If it works, please contact me."
He turned around and asked Li Zhixian to leave together.
The four of them held bracelets and pieces of paper and watched the bald man leave.
There are four words printed on the back of the man's light blue T-shirt: